Owning a darkroom is a Luxury in every sense. Just like owning a car.
He who doesn’t own a car is living a miserable life, IMO. Sure, there’s all the bullshit attached to pollution but let’s keep that for another day.
Those who don’t own a darkroom, or with a painful makeshift version, simply don’t know what they are missing. Just like the prisonners who, in the end, find total hapiness and freedom in their cell, because they actually do.
So, with my shattering intro out of the way, here are two quick anecdotes.
First, last year I brought my kid to school with my rolleiflex around my neck during a mild snowstorm. The school crossing guard (just as about any outgoing person) asked me to take a photo of him, to which I obliged. Of course, 2021 being the modern digital times, he totally forgot about me taking his picture at most 5 seconds later. But film being what it is, this event took another turn. A few weeks later when I developed the film, I was happy to be reminded by this happy moment of taking his picture. I knew that when printing time for that particular negative would come, I’d be very happy to print one for him as a gift.
And nine months later, which was last week, I double printed his photograph on 5x5 rc, wile printing a bunch of the kids for the family... i knew it would make him happy.
So, the next day I asked my kid to give the school guard his prints while I was watching from far. You should have seen the surprise on his face, and the hapiness, and this kind gesture also made my young boy proud!
When I went back to my car I waited a little to watch his reaction. He didn’t stop looking at them and he showed the prints to everyone he could, and everyone’s reaction was a big smile and some laughs.
The photograph in question is probably somewhere in his home, on a table, shelf, inside his car... and serves as a reminder of a moment of hapiness. And even today, when I see the school guard I am thankful for having made him smile so much. He doesn’t know it was me who took his picture as so much time has passed. I guess those are life’s orecious little moments. Just like holding a door or helping out.
THIS is the power of photography. THIS is the power of a print. Making a gift. Make someone smile. To make a craft. To connect. To hold and touch a tangible object and look at it. To cherish it. THIS is the power of a darkroom, of film. It takes nothing, just a sheet of 5x7 cut in half and print a small photograph and make it a gift. Brings joy, makes you look good on their minds, makes their smile warming you on the inside.
If it was digital? Well, what, nothing would have happened. I wouldn’t even have emailed him the shot. And he certainly wouldn’t even look at it twice, and of course NEVER print it. And I woud certainly NOT lose valuable ink on a 4x6 snapshot. Why would I lose time on photoshop for this? With digital, nothing of this would have happened. And it’s a shame because as human beings we need to touch and feel things, objects. Digital has taken this away from us. Looking at an iphone is not that.
edited for typos